Revenge Of The Scarred Billionairess

Darcy "What the hell do you think you're doing!" The sharp bark behind me caused me to whirl around too fast, and the mug I had been reaching for slipped out of my grasp and went tumbling to the ground. I let out a startled squeal, jumping away as the mug crashed to the ground. "Darcy, are you alright?" Cora cried, racing forward to pull me away from the wreckage. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen," to my embarrassment, tears started to fill my eyes again. I blamed it on the hormones. Ever since I had gotten pregnant, I could go from laughing to sobbing in the space of seconds. I couldn't wait to have this baby and finally be myself again. "It's alright, just take a seat," my husband's stunning business associate said with a small smile, ushering me onto a kitchen stool. I stared at the fragments of ceramic, "I should clean that up before it hurts someone." She stared at me like I had grown a second head, "What are the maids for?" Before I could say a

Darcy"Ma'am, I'm sorry but I can't let you in," the Stony faced security guard at the gate said. "Excuse me?" I asked, brows inching up to almost my hairline, "What do you mean by that? This is my home. It's me, Darcy. Vincent's wife." If I was expecting the man to suddenly start apologizing and opening the gates, I was sorely disappointed. He stared at me with irritation, "We have clear orders from the boss to not let you in. And to remove you through any means necessary if you try to defy his orders." Shock rendered me speechless for a few moments, "No. This is impossible! It has to be a mistake. Call Vincent. Or Cora. Even the housekeeper. They will confirm that I'm supposed to be in there." "You're creating a scene, ma'am." "And I'll continue to create one till this mistake has been cleared up," I said desperately. It had to be a mistake. The guard had to have gotten me mixed up with someone else. Even as I assured myself with those words, a strange feeling had began to se

DarcySeven months later "... The wife of one of the acting COOs of Madigan enterprises has released a a statement defending her husband, Vincent Madigan, and saying that he had nothing to do with the_" "Turn it off," I barked. The car was plunged into silence as the cab driver immediately turned off the radio. I let out a sigh of relief and pulled out my compact mirror to check my reflection for the umpteenth time, reassuring myself that my face hadn't gone back to being twisted up and scarred while I hadn't been paying attention. I raised a hand and touched my new face, still doubting the miracle that Doctor Peters had worked on my face. "We're here ma'am," the driver's voice cut through my musings and I jerked my head up to stare at the intimidating high rise building before me. "Thanks," I handed him some dollar notes and stepped out of the car, bracing myself for the stares and whispers and gasps, but just like it had been for the past few weeks, none of them came. Instead,